The Taiwanese tapes

.and then the instructions advised me to press play and record simultaneously. That old cassette deck was my best friend,I could ramble away to it and it didn’t complainone little bit. I Wore it out eventually,but it died a noble deathwith my wordson its last breath. they don’t make them like they used too…

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Cappy

When Winter came to Warrington it came in a bus full of burly men. There are parallels running between the lines all worked into the seams. but the dust gets into your lungs and paints your veins black. South Shields. Grandad showed me the history of miners in the colour of his chest…

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Different diaries

Hidden between the flames that flicker across her eyes are the names of every man she’s ever known…

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More from the mill house

Mother said, go to Ryelands park, the fairground’s on here’s two bob and don’t you stay ’til after dark I want you home it’s school tomorrow. Those yesterdays lay heavy on me. it was all a fairground then, even schooldays had their share of fun but to be honest I preferred the riverbanks where I…

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Knitting notches

These rattling bones like the Rolling Stones, are too old too but young enough to.. Tuesday Weld and who remembers her? one of my favourites along with Cher and Danny La Rue, but who remembers him? I’m just twiddling my thumbs until the all-clear comes…

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Customising the creation

The air tussles your hair and the winds sing in your ears, fear’s just a word like caution and they caution you because they fear, when I was six or maybe seven I used to get on the swing and try to swing myself as far as heaven, ( because I believed back then that…

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‘Ladies Walk’

( the victorian promenade ) With our lines in the river we’d sit there forever waiting for a bite and the tide would come in it was then that we’d strip and go for a swim, hot summer days when on the banks of the river we’d laze, reading the Beano or sometimes the Dandy,…

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Swallowed by the hole that opens up

It’s safe to say that we’ve all been there, done that thing or those things that upon looking back makes us cringe, I always look back on my own it saves me more embarrassment…

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Summer gone

Those whirlygig thingies that dropped from the trees and spun about like helicopters that danced in the breeze well I miss them. and the apples we scrumped the hedges we jumped the doors that we knocked on and ran away from just for a laugh well I miss them too I’d make a list of…

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Horseshoe corner and beyond

    The day came in and it was like bowling nine pins, we all went down to the market town, kids on a mission to have some fun.   Fred, the fruit and veg man who had just opened up his stall gave us all a Granny Smith’s, green and sweet and the fish…

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Gypsy Rose the third

    In spite of or because of what was I really thinking? and as the counsel of Kings cast their votes each one brings to me thoughts of what was to be and what was to come.   The crack den was open for business when the morning struck fear into death and as…

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Back to the sixties

Remember those demented discotheques where we broke our necks dancing to the latest? weren’t they the greatest? And now we break our backs making tracks to the bathroom. Time that knows us slows us and no use in us complaining. And those that ‘cut a rug’ doing the jitterbug went long before us. I’m not…

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Butterflies

Bri-nylon and polyester yesterday. we did wear them sta-prest string vest tank tops pop socks went to town looking for all the world like half a crown and change for chips on the way home, if I listen carefully I can still hear my dad groan when he saw us, ‘you look like the fairy…

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Pops

“you’ll get square eyes” I was close up to the television set and dad said, “square eyes is what you’ll get” I never did. Dad’s gone a long time ago but his words are in my memories reminding me about the TV. He was full of little gems, as if my socks could hum haha…

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Tension

I remember the time when you said it was time but I wasted the time and it went, and I remember like the last dying ember remembers the heat of its journey. Where do chance opportunities go when you’re to slow to grab them, shadows of men who have fought, maybe won, maybe lost counting…

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Just scribbling

The trinket gurgled heading to the stream that babbled I dabbled a toe or two in as young boys do summer flew, outspread wings and the north brings winter I always knew it would end this way with ice on the window panes indoor parlour games and Gran on the accordion. (Trinket may be an…

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One for my sister

A day out with my brothers, my sis’ and all the family Morecambe by the sea, there wasn’t much sand back then but we didn’t mind man said, ‘don’t look at the sun or you’ll go blind’. dad told us that during the war he captained a tank, he couldn’t drive a car though. Dangling…

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How to breaka monotony or WTF part two

gently touching on her sweet lips kissing her until the evening fades into night watching stars that burn and light up love in her eyes dreaming silver on the beaches that flow down to the sea sand that builds the castles just for you and for me we laugh looking through this spyglass in a…

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Writing the picture

I saw myself from a distance drowning in reflections in a playground with my best friends on a see-saw on my own. I waded through the ripples and found a girl I used to know but I don’t think she remembered me just the way that some things go. I could photoshop some memories but…

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The accordionist

If it’s not broken break it if only to see how many pieces you can fit into the hands of a store front mannequin, they used to have those when I was a kid, giants of people with holes in their heads and we put money in to them, charity, they said, but I often…

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